A day in the life(solo)

Junko was a ‘pharmacy’. It was a strange experience, the white and sterile looking floors and shelf’s were very unnatural, but Junko was looking for product for healing burns, She had found it, but it was not in enough quantity for her to truly use effectively… She was healing naturally but the burns had manifested on her gigai, the familiar burn that snaked up to her neck was showing, but now that she was wearing legitimate clothing and had dyed her gigai’s hair silver, She was going leave sereitei, With her shinigami powers, it was possible, and even probable that she could survive…

Junko picked up a few boxes with the ‘burn cream’ and walked to the registered… The pharmacist was a male, early twenties, and was ‘checking her out’ as she had learned it had been coined, but she was uninterested, and she paid with exact change, happening to have the amount in coins…

Junko walked out, with a plastic ‘shopping bag’, and headed to the vacant apartment that was used by resident shinigami; she walked, observing, in every sense… The sun was setting, the orange ball creating a spectrum across the sky, and soon she would have to work, hunting the hollows to the point of extinction, and them having come back by the next day, new ones and old ones alike.

Junko crossed the street, she avoided main intersections, and was walking down the side streets, Junko was clad in form fitting white clothing, a sight to be sure as it was spotless, a back pocket contained her currency, and her soul pill, and she wore bleached white, “Converse All-star’s…

She crossed train tracks, and she was in a threatening and rough part of the city, residential but was infamous for its murder rates, and yet she walked along it confidently, and her senses aware, hearing, smell, spiritual awareness, sight… The murder rates were inflated because of hollow killings, and they were killed in the midst of gang brawls and in their own homes…

She finally arrived at the block of her apartment, not that there was anything else on that block as the large rundown apartment building was expansive enough to cover the block. Why she had been assigned to a habitation unit in this part of town was unknown to her, but she had a sneaking suspicion it was because she was new…

Junko walked into what must have been a decent enough foyer at one point, but was now a total dump. She kept walking towards the elevators, but walked past, not stopping or turning to see the men standing there, waiting for her. Junko opted for the stairs, not trusting the elevator, and as she did, the men from downstairs walked out of the elevator, and followed, staying 1 floor below Junko, and not making any noise as they ascended the stairwell…

Junko stopped walking up the stairs on the 5th floor, the top floor, her apartment was halfway down the hall, and she started the trip there, a short walk, music played through doors, cries of pleasure from others, and silence from most. The people here couldn’t afford the luxury of a television, and Junko was no exception.

Junko walked to her door, leaning on it, her back to the way she came, and this way, the background noise and lack of sight as she fumbled with her keys, allowed the 3 men to close the distance.
Junko unlocked the door and opened it, walking into a fairly tidy apartment, not terribly different from a hotel, bar a kitchenette in a corner of the room with a burner, microwave, half size refrigerator, and a small cabinet, containing a pot, pan, and a few plates. The rest of the apartment was neat, a small partitioned portion held a bathroom, and a window showed most of the city, what it did not show was the 2 men that walked in right after junko, 1 staying outside to keep watch.

Junko was alerted by the timing of the door closing being off, as she had gotten used to it, and when it did not come, she spun, a second too late, as a gloved fist was coming to her head, it made contact, and she flew, not unconscious but certainly hurt… She flipped in air slamming into the kitchenette area… and she went down hard, she had managed to rotate to land on her chest, but she rolled onto her burnt back anyway… she quickly recovered though, springing up into a fighting stance…

Junko had grimaced in pain when she first stood, but now her face was in dismay, her attacker, an Asian man wearing a dark blue hoodie, a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, had pulled wicked looking knife… Junko’s hand scrambled behind her, opening a drawer and clenching the singular knife in the kitchen, a long thick ceramic knife, having seen it in stores claiming it to be “Hard as Diamonds”.

Junko did not bring it to bear, as she flicked her hand around, the knife flying at her first attacker, he flinched, and it grazed of his rib cage flipping off to another part of the room, it didn’t injure him, and it wasn’t supposed to, as Junko sprung forward, faking a right punch, but pulling that and applying a left jab, as he had formed a defense toward her right fist, and when the jab had landed he dropped all pretenses of defense and crumpled, allowing for junko to hit the man with a right in the face, knocking him unconscious…

The other man in the room turned to face her, as he was busy looking for anything of value, He charged her, wishing to tackle her, but she didn’t let it happen, sidestepping him as he flew into the refrigerator, he didn’t move afterward, Junko suspected that he knocked himself unconscious, and he wasn’t dead.

Junko heard a voice in Japanese, “Are you alright in there?”, Junko had a hunch it was not for her, but for the men, she picked up the knife one was wielding and advanced silently toward the door… pulling it open she was greeted with the muzzle of a pistol, Junko dropped the knife and backed out of the door way… It was a revolver, he shouted in Japanese to get on her knees, and Junko complied, putting her hands on her head… The man walked up to her, and put the pistol to her head after screwing on a silencer on… an amateur mistake, Junko knocked the barrel away with one hand and his the boot heel of the clip with her other hand, flipping the gun out of his hand and into hers, She didn’t fire however, she rolled backwards and yelled stop in Japanese…

Junko let him and his friends go, as corpses… after escorting the conscious one, she broke the conscious one’s neck, and killed the other ones the same way… and left them in the foyer, the cops showed up about an hour later, halfheartedly inquiring about the whereabouts and such of each of the inhabitants of the apartment, junko answered their questions and was left alone… And she spent the remaining time till she felt the hollows move about holding the gun in her hand, and after stashing it under her mattress, she took her soul pill and swallowed it, her soul breaking free wasn’t pleasant, her armor was lying in the corner, only visible by herself and other spiritually aware beings. But she neglected to wear it, the burns on her back preventing her from wearing it comfortably…

She instructed the soul to apply the burn cream to the burns on the gigai, and sleep, and if any intruders enter the room, use the pistol to shoot them once in the head. And with the instructions, she walked out, this time subtlety more cautious, and went to the roof, to start hunting hollows for the night…

Junko stepped out onto the roof, her hair, now its natural brunette color, and her shinigami robes, blowing, flapping even as they were pulled by the wind, It was cold, but not horribly, she heard the scream of a hollow, and she jumped off the roof toward the hollow’s scream, her robes fluttered behind her, and as she fell, she increased the reiastu at her feet, and used that to grab a hold on the sky…

Junko ran now, toward the hollow, running on the air, it was weak, weaker than most, and considering it was feasting, it was particularly unimpressive. Junko closed into visual distance, it was a small humanoid hollow, and perhaps an ape or a gorilla was what it resembled. Junko thought to herself, “I hope this is all I will have to kill tonight”, Junko closed and dropped from the sky, it was at a basketball court, and a total often people were there, all somewhat spiritually inclined.

The gorilla hollow was now munching on one of them, and to their eyes a haze was eating their friend… Two pulled weapons, opening fire at the haze, while they did make contact, they didn’t do much…

Junko fell on the hollow, having drawn her sword as she fell, it had impaled the gorilla hollow, and it turned to dust, leaving a half eaten body and several witnesses, for a very unexplainable murder.

Junko stopped, it was not over, Hollow cries were coming out, from all around, and there were five, and they were close…

”Shit”

Junko did a 360 in awe as five hollows of medium caliber jumped from behind dilapidated houses… one from inside one, blood running down its face and a leg handing out of its mouth, it spoke, in a rough and nasal tone, it was in the shape of an octopus. With his friends being squidish looking hollows and junko was surrounded…

“I have been waiting for you shinigami, that kitten did a number on you, and I am here to finish you off, ATTACK MINIONS”

Junko waited for them to refuse, as they were equal in power to the talking one… but they attacked simultaneously floating torward her and using their heads as lances. Junko had to think, and quickly, as the hollows were charging… Junko shouted, “Hado 10 Rain of Pain”, and the Squids were damaged, but not deterred as they still charged…

Junko cut off the kidou, bracing herself as the squids charged, and as soon as they were in range, junko jumped, as high as she could, and it was just enough… Junko flipped backwards, midair, and slashed in a circle cutting the tops of the squids head’s off, and they all disingegrated…

Junko landed perfectly… crouching slightly and grimacing in pain, but she regained her composure and said in banter, “The cat hollow got to me because he was smart, you are not…

Junko recited, as if a sermon or a speech… “Hado 3 Crimson Strike” Junko fired it, the horrid hollow that was floating in the air disintegrated, and Junko sheathed her blade.

Junko sensed no other hollows in the area. She swept her hair back behind her ears, as it had fallen forward during the flip, And Junko began the trip home, this time jogging abit… Junko opted for the stairs again, and no one was in elevator, it was normal again, the bodies were gone, the cops not even opting to tape the area up for further investigation, and were surely working on the area by the basketball court… Junko got to the top of the stairs and stopped, there was a man waiting outside her door, looking straight at her, Junko kept going, and the man followed her, with his eyes, Junko reached down to her sword, “What the hell are you do…” junko was cut off by the man materializing a bow and arrow from his arm, and firing, “Bakuto 3 Sutoppu” Junko stopped it in mid air and ran forward, past it as it set in motion again… Her sword flying from its sheath, and slashing upward, just to slash at nothing, The man was gone, his spiritual pressure was two floors below, Junko now sprinted after him, jumping down the spiral star case through the gap in the middle, and on the way down was blasted into a wall.

The man stood over her, a blue bow and arrow pointing between her eyes… “Do not pursue, or you will die shinigami” And he was gone, a blur in the wind… Junko now acended the staircase, back to her apartment, and she opened the door, there was not a shred of evidence that anything had happened today, other than her gigai sleeping, and a gun under the mattress…

Junko re-entered her gigai, the soothing of the burns became imidiatly evident, as she sank into the bed, and passed out, into a deep sleep…

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